The Chicharra’s Song

In the heat of the late afternoon sun the chicharra sings its song. The song recalls the dawn of this age of man and of an even more ancient time when trans-dimensional beings (gods? angels? giants? spirits?) roamed the primordial earth.

The chicharra sings an ode to their passing and how similar their death was to its own molting. For it was by their death that man was born. From the rotten fruit of another age the seed of the next, the mighty bough of our family tree, grows.

The chicharra sings a eulogy for man, acutely aware that it will take man’s death to usher in the next age. Finally, the chicharra sings of how the earth will continue to turn, the stars continue to burn, long after man is gone. As it was, is and always will be.